Brown Water Runs Red: My Year as an Advisor to the Vietnamese Navy Junk Force

Those heady days at the Naval Academy in Annapolis just four years earlier now seem so long ago. Here he is, lying face down in a muddy ditch on some remote and forsaken island in the Cua Dai River in Vietnam in the middle of the night. He has been blown off a boat, and is evading capture. Bullets hitting the river water near him as he desperately sought a bit of land, and now whizzing over his head keep him aware that his location is known to his tormentors. He assumes that he will momenta...